Author's note: Here we are! The Epilogue to Ancient Scrawlings! I want to thank everyone who stuck it out with the series, it means so much to me and good news is a spinoff is underway! Ancient Scrawlings V: DawnGuard! It will premiere very soon! Enjoy the final chapter!
And the Scrolls have foretold, of black wings in the cold, That when brothers wage war come unfurled! Acnologia, Bane of Kings, ancient shadow unbound, With a hunger to swallow the world! - Song of the Dragonborn
Chapter 21: Epilogue.
Darkness surrounded the two Nords who were Shouted back into Nirn. Soon a vision of light appeared before them, a snowy mountain top where the snow poured heavily; The Throat of the World. The sounds of roars, filled the air as Gajeel and Levy blinked a few times to get use to their new surroundings. It was slightly dark out so it showed it had to be night time. When their visions cleared, Gajeel and Levy looked around to find themselves surrounded by multiple dragons. What surprised them the most was that none of the dragons looked to attack Gajeel and Levy.
"So, it is done." a voice suddenly said. Gajeel and Levy looked where the voice came from and found Wessologia, sitting on The Word Wall, with a look of depression on his face "Acnologia dilon. The Eldest is no more, he who came before all others, and has always been."
"You don't seem so damn happy about it." Gajeel said to the dragon, becoming slightly suspicious of the dragon's reaction to all this.
"Happy?" Wessologia asked "No, I am not happy. Zeymahi lost ont du'ol Barmahu. Acnologia was once the crown of our father Akatosh's creation. You did what was necessary, Acnologia had flown far from the path of right action in his pahlok- the arrogance of his power. But I cannot celebrate his fall. Zu'u tiiraaz ahst ok mah. He was my brother once. This world will never be the same." Levy looked and realized the dragon's pain; he knew Acnologia's demise was for the best, but he was still his brother and loved him dearly.
"Rok funta koraav. Perhaps now you have some insight into the forces that shape the vennesetiid... the currents of Time; but I forget myself. Krosis. So los mid fahdon. Melancholy is an easy trap for a dovah to fall into. You have won a mighty victory. Sahrot krongrah- one that will echo through all the ages of this world for those who have eyes to see. Savor your triumph, Dovahkiin. This is not the last of what you will write upon the currents of Time." Wessologia suddenly began to spread his wings and the other dragons who lounged around did the same "Goraan! I feel younger than I have in many an age. Many of the dovah are now scattered across Keizaal. Without Acnologia's lordship, they may yet bow to the vahzen... rightness of my Thu'um."
He flew mid air and continued his speech.
"But willing or no," Wessologia continued "they will hear it! Fare thee well, Dovahkiin!" as he left, a chant began with the dragons:
"Acnologia mahlaan.
Sahrot thur qahnaraan.
Acnologia mahlaan
Dovahkiin los ok dovahkriid.
Acnologia mahlaan
Thu'umii los nahlot.
Acnologia mahlaan
Mu los vomir."
The dragons flew away from The Throat of the World to join Wessologia, all except one; Skiadrum.
"Pruzah wundunne wah Wuth Gein." the dragon smirked at Gajeel "I wish the Old One luck in his... quest. But I doubt many will wish to exchange Acnologia's lordship for the tyranny of Wessologia's 'Way of the Voice.' As for myself, you've proven your mastery twice over. Thuri, Dovahkiin. I gladly acknowledge the power of your Thu'um. Zu'u Skiadrum. Call me when you have need, and I will come if I can." he then took flight and began to fly in circles around the mountain top.
"So that's it." Levy said out loud "The world's safe again. How are you handling t- Gajeel? Gajeel what's wrong?" she looked at her Thane and noticed he looked at the snowy night sky, deep in thought; something was definitely on his mind "Is everything ok?"
"Something doesn't add up." Gajeel suddenly said "With Acnologia. When I kill a dragon, I'm supposed to take it's soul when it dies right? Back in Sovrngarde, it didn't happen with Acnologia. So why the fuck didn't I take that bastard's soul?" Levy was about to say something but nothing came out; Gajeel had a point, why didn't he take Acnologia's soul?
"That is a very big problem." Levy realized with wide eyes "What do we do now?!"
"Let's go ask those geezers. They're close by and know a lot of shit, maybe they can figure this mind-fuck out." nodding in agreement, the two Nords then Fast Traveled to High Hrothgar.
The Greybeards were having a meeting when Gajeel and Levy entered the room, the moment they did, the old men got up from their seats, ending their meeting. Makarov looked up and found Gajeel and Levy staring back at him.
"I can see it in your eyes." he said to them "You've seen the land of the Gods and returned. Does this mean... it is done? Is Acnologia truly defeated?"
"He's been defeated." Levy admitted "Gajeel killed him with his own hands."
"At last. It is over. Perhaps it was all worth it in the end. "
"Listen," Gajeel suddenly said "we got something to ask ya." Makarov looked at the Dragonborn with questioning eyes, he immediately sat down and invited the two Nords to join him. It was then, Gajeel began to tell the elder everything. From when they spoke with Skiadrum, to Acnologia's demise.
"The problem with all this," Gajeel added "is I didn't absorb that fucking bastard's soul! Is he really dead?!" Makarov thought for a moment and began his answer.
"Perhaps, perhaps not." Makarov answered "Dragons are not like normal mortal creatures, and Acnologia is unique even among dragonkind. He may be permitted to return at the end of time to fulfill his destiny as the World-Eater; but that is for the Gods to decide. You have done your part." Gajeel felt a slight pang in his chest, so Acnologia was dead; for now. Him defeating the dragon was only pushing the world's fate back for a certian amount of time.
"So what the hell am I gonna do now?"
"You've shown yourself mighty, both in Voice and deed. In order to defeat Acnologia, you've gained mastery of dreadful weapons. Now it is up to you to decide what to do with your power and skill. Will you be a hero whose name is remembered in song throughout the ages? Or will your name be a curse to future generations? Or will you merely fade from history, unremembered? Let the Way of the Voice be your guide, and the path of wisdom will be clear to you. Breath and focus, Dragonborn. Your future lies before you." the words had quite an impact on Gajeel, and when thinking about it for a second, he decided what he was going to do next. Gajeel and Levy thanked the old man for his time before they made their way outside of High Hrothgar.
"So..." Levy sighed as she took in the cold night air "Now that Acnologia is defeated, do you plan on any more adventures or-" she was suddenly interuppted with a searing kiss from Gajeel.
"I know the first thing I'm doing now I don't got a fucking dragon to chase after." Gajeel smirked after kissing his Housecarl.
"Y-you do?"
"That necklace you wear, it's an Amulet of Mara isn't it?" Levy's eyes buldged right out of her skull when he said that. She pulled the amulet out of the inside of her armor, revealing the pendant. Mara was the Goddess of Love and Marriage, anyone who wore her amulet meant they were single and ready for marriage.
"Y-yes it is. H-how did you-" she stopped herself when she watched Gajeel pull out of the neck area of his armor, his own Amulet of Mara.
"So whaddya say Shrimp?" Gajeel smirked "It's obvious we gotta thing for each other and something going on. How about we give it a shot and get hitched?" Levy blinked owlishy for a moment before tears began to stream down her face and her sniffling shook her entire body "O-oi?! What ya cryin for?! I- I didn't mean-" he was shocked when Levy suddenly kissed him.
"Yes!" Levy replied "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Gajeel smirked at her words and lifted her up like a sack of potatoes.
"Then it's settled then! Let's head to Riften and get hitched! Gihihihihi." with that decided, he tapped Riften on his map and the two Fast Traveled to Riften to get married.
The End.